Inside the jacket
To save five hundred bucks on rent, I moved into a four-bedroom, one-bathroom shared apartment.
The property agent said my roommates were all high-level professionals working nearby—early risers who came home late, extremely well-mannered.
I'd been living here for half a month and hadn't seen a single soul.
Until that night when I was scrolling through my phone and came across a trending post: "Property Agent Uses Copied Keys to Murder Tenant."
Suddenly, the ventilation window above my head was pushed open, and a withered hand reached down to strangle my neck.
